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Justin's Review: It's always hurt me, a bit, that I've failed to convince anyone to see the fabulous Black Belt Jones -- that I know of. If you have, e-mail me to make my day! BBJ was such an acid trip of bizarre proportions that you simply cannot afford to leave your home any more before viewing it. Wild dogs could set upon you and strip you to the bones, and then what will be said at your funeral? That you contributed great amounts to charity, wrote a best-selling novel about the bravest hummingbird in Indiana, and bested Jean Claude Van Damme at thumb wrestling? Or that you failed to ever see the greatest martial arts flick of all time?
When last we left Black Belt Jones, aka "Black Belt", aka "BBJ", aka "The Afro", aka "Lucas", he had foiled an African-American-Italian gang of mobsters with the help of a trampoline, a sudsy car wash and the strategic turning off and on of light switches. He also slaughtered a hobo's guitar in the name of love, lest we forget. Since then, he's been employed by an insurance company (!) who hopes to utilize his blunt detective skills and high kicking prowess in solving a diamond theft in Hong Kong. With the help of a few thousand facial close-ups and a funky beat, BBJ smirks his way through a 12-step progression of clue-fight-clue-fight-girl-fight-clue-hairstyle appointment-clue-clue-fight-finale. Considering that he's the only black guy in Hong Kong, and the only person in the eastern hemisphere with hair larger than a watermelon, he's probably not the most inconspicuous detective for hire, but his style all but makes up for it. There's a lot more time spent on non-BBJ characters, which is regrettable, considering how stereotypical they are for the genre. There's the harsh Chinese boss with the pencil moustache, the morally conflicted bad guy, the emotionally and physically naked girlfriend, and the squealer. But why watch them, when you can see BBJ turn the tides on a female traitor by slipping her a roofie and making her do a crazy strip dance? Although it's nowhere near as ridiculous (and therefore enjoyable) as Black Belt Jones (much of this is due to the lack of Gymkata director Robert Clouse) the shoddy dubbing and overexcited use of the sound effects provide a dose of joy for my soul. I mean, if two guys are standing completely still and yet the soundtrack is wailing on a side of beef with a baseball bat, it's safe to say that nobody working on this film ever met each other in person. Just be warned that if you suffer from motion sickness, stay the heck away, because the camera operator seems to have recently discovered the "fast zoom" option and uses it as much and as often as his chubby little fingers could. If you crave a good dose of chop socky, BBJ2 might be a sympathy movie date to consider. But please, for the love of PoolMan, people, watch Black Belt Jones today! Your family's well-being may just depend upon it!
Didja Notice? [some sources: IMDb]
Is It Worth Staying Through End Credits?
Intermission! [some sources: IMDb]
Groovy Quotes
Lucas: I admire your oriental nature. Lucas: They call me the Black Six Million Dollar Man! Bad Guy: How does defeat taste? Bad Boss: Okay, I'm stupid! Shut up! If you liked this movie, try these:
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